Hello Manic Followers! Welcome to another WIPpet Wednesday. WIPpet Wednesday is a day when blogger/authors share a portion of their WIP (work in progress) with you. The excerpt we choose must somehow be derived from the date your blog is being published on.
I have a lot of WIP’s. I mean a lot. I might even be a WIP hoarder. My current count is seventeen works in some state of progress. I never work on more than two at a time for focus and clarity. I also have the sequels to An Amethyst in the Rough and a sci-fi series growing in my head. I stubbornly tell them to stop talking until I can pay them decent attention. I have taken notes on the second book in the Amethyst series as it will be the next book I work on when I finish the Poly Chronicles series and Divorced White Female.
I tell you all this to explain why my WIPpet’s might seem to jump from book to book. In January I shared several excerpts from An Amethyst in the Rough. Amethyst is out to beta readers so I’m not really looking at it. Last week I shared an excerpt from the novella I’m publishing for free on its own site, Divorced White Female.
This week I will share another excerpt from Divorced White Female. If the story intrigues you then head over there and subscribe so you don’t miss a moment of it. Or make sure you’re subscribed here and get a notice when I release them as e-books.
The math I used to choose this weeks excerpt was simple. For Divorced White Female I’ve kept a very careful timeline and the chapter this excerpt is from won’t air until the end of March, because it’s the last chapter of book 1, Back in the Game. However the date in the storyline is February 8! I hope you enjoy it and check out the rest of the story.
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Context: I don’t think much context is needed. If you are reading DWF this excerpt contains no spoilers though it will hint at things to come. Lylah is a successful professional woman, recovering from a divorce and trying to start again. Her journey is rocky and full of misconceptions she has about herself and the world around her.
I roll over in bed refusing to admit I need to get up. It’s ten in the morning and I’ve hardly slept at all, tossing and turning while I thought about Sal and his words last night. Whoever said “words can never hurt me?” They were wrong.
I pull the comforter up and snuggle down under it. I don’t want to be a grown up today. I want Daddy and his comforting arms to hold me and tell me it will be alright.
His death when I was thirteen left me hollow and empty and I’ve never really filled that hole. I think I was trying to with Newton, but he wasn’t enough. I wanted him to love me like Daddy had and instead he loved his aspirations. He cheated on me and then left me.
I roll over in bed and bury my face in the pillow, too tired and sad to even cry about it. The sun is slanting through the window as it tries to banish the cold February morning and my depression. In the end it wins. I just can’t stay feeling sorry for myself with its bright yellow light urging me to find my happy today.
Fortunately, happy finds me as I’m shuffling through my kitchen to make my first coffee.
“Hello, Terry.” I smile into the phone as I try to balance it on my shoulder so I can use both hands to put the coffee beans away. Some people set their coffee up the night before. I would never leave my freshly ground coffee to fend for itself against the harsh night air.
“Lylah!” Her voice echoes loudly in my ear. I’ve been trying to close the airtight container I keep my coffee in and I have to put it down so I can pull the phone away.
“How was your Saturday?” Terry’s joy bubbles over and consumes everyone around her. I’ve seen her make the checkout lady, who was having a terrible day, laugh herself into tears. It’s her gift, joy. I know she will heal me today, at least for a while.
“Eh, it sucked. I had a crappy first date last night.”
“Well, let’s just say it ended early enough that I was home in time to watch the evening news.” She sighs into the phone and I hear a note of sadness in it. “How was yours?”
“Let’s just say I won’t ever look back on it with fondness.” I just can’t face telling her Sal thinks I’m a whore. I can’t say those words out loud in the bright light of morning.
“Let’s have coffee! I need your pretty face and smile in front of me, Lylah.”
I grin at her enthusiasm, she’s always told me I’m the one who can pull her out of her funks. How can my screwed up life be an inspiration to anyone? “Sure. I’ll take a shower and meet you. The usual place?” (Named the coffee place in book 2 and can’t remember…have to go find it)
“MMM, I’m craving one of their danishes.”
An hour later I’m shivering outside our favorite coffee shop. They bake their own pastries in-house, their bagels are imported from Brooklyn. It’s the bomb. They also have the best coffee I’ve ever tasted. Although I’m told I shouldn’t judge it until I’ve tried the coffee in Seattle. Since I can’t afford to fly there for a coffee, I’ll stand by my opinion.
My hands are stuffed in my pockets and my scarf is wrapped around my face. It may be sunny but it’s February, even standing in the full sun isn’t a warm experience. Terry bustles up to me in skinny jeans and a puffy white jacket that stops at her waist. She looks like a supermodel and I look like a housewife in my jeans and sneakers. Well, at least the house hasn’t rejected me.
“Come on! Why didn’t you wait inside?” She hooks her arm through mine and steers me to the door.
I just laugh and let her drag me inside. In truth, I prefer going in together. I don’t have to sit at the table alone and wonder if people think I’ve been stood up. When we’ve ordered our coffees and danishes at the counter we find a seat and settle in.
“So tell me about your terrible date.” I wrap my hands around my steaming cup of coffee and lift it to my nose so I can breathe in the aroma. It’s still far too hot to drink, but it’s perfume alone is enough to settle my mind and soothe me. This cafe uses real mugs if you’re eating in. It’s a much better coffee experience than a paper cup and plastic lid.
“Eh, she was such a loser.” Her gaze drifts over my shoulder and out the window behind me as she loses herself in her thoughts. When she looks back at me she shakes her head slightly, like a dog who’s shaking water off his head. “You have to kiss a lot of toads before you find the handsome prince,” she pauses and grins widely, “or princess.”
Her grin is contagious and I return it. Yeah, that’s what Paul was, a toad. I imagine him all warty and brown, sitting in the corner of his marble and glass bathroom waiting for a fly to happen in front of him. I was that fly. Stupid enough to get too close and he whipped his tongue out and ate me up. I shake off the image and negativity. Paul wasn’t what I expected him to be, but he did give me a much needed boost. I can appreciate him for that and forgive him for not being Mr. Right.
“What’s eating you?” She takes an experimental sip and exhales the steam.
“My date with Paul.” My shoulders slump and I sip at my coffee, letting it warm me from the inside out.
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